Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balmains, artist - Project YounginDate of issue: 13.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Balmains |
| It’s the Youngin ho |
| This Project Youngin man, can’t tell me nothin' man |
| Ain’t no more Levis man, ain’t no more Trues, ayy |
| Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin' |
| She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man |
| These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains |
| I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains |
| She say she love the way I’m splashin', I be fresh to death |
| I done designered everything and I Gucci step |
| I’m all in with this music, no more jokin' now |
| A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy |
| I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight |
| I told that bitch we fuckin' right now, ain’t lunch date |
| I got 'em all on my drip, they like my feng shui |
| You try to take it, we gon' shoot it out in broad day |
| FN five-seven in my Balmains |
| I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin' |
| I parked the Fin and came back cruisin' in that Mulsanne |
| Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame |
| Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto |
| Pourin' Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto |
| Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup |
| Got a bad redbone, save her number under model |
| Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin' |
| She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man |
| These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains |
| I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains |
| She say she love the way I’m splashin', I be fresh to death |
| I done designered everything and I Gucci step |
| I’m all in with this music, no more jokin' now |
| A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy |
| Walk in the mall, me and my dogs |
| We got a bag, ain’t checking tags, we buy it all |
| I am my brother’s keeper, pick him up if he fall |
| We ain’t dressin' no broads, don’t love these hoes at all |
| Know I’m mackin', come through, I be swaggin' |
| They pay a G three hunded a P, I ain’t braggin' |
| I keep these bands on me, you know I’m stackin' |
| Don’t think about robbin' 'cause I’m poppin', ain’t no lackin' |
| I done designered my clothes, fuck with foreigner hoes |
| I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most |
| I’ma shit on all these niggas that was sleepin' on me |
| I done Gucci’ed the tees, double G’s on my feet |
| Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin' |
| She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man |
| These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains |
| I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains |
| She say she love the way I’m splashin', I be fresh to death |
| I done designered everything and I Gucci step |
| I’m all in with this music, no more jokin' now |
| A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out |